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lunafreya-ncx-fleuret:

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lunafreya-ncx-fleuret replied to your post “HOT DAMN! -cuz I'm slow D: I'm sorry.”

lmao. Yes, just what she wanted. Let mama sit on your lap. XD

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HOT DAMN! -cuz I'm slow D: I'm sorry.

Send “HOT DAMN” if my muse get’s your muse hot and bothered.

“Uh...”

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Send “HOT DAMN” if my muse get’s your muse hot and bothered.

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Send 💐 to show up at my Muse’s door with flowers.

Alternatively, send 🌼 for My Muse to show up at Your Muse’s door with flowers.

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Now in your absence I wade    Through the coursing, lonely, lost       And in this tragic dismay          I never could believe what I became

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Crystalline Monster || Open

“No! This needs to stop!”

She gripped her left arm hard, it was horrific to look at as it no longer looked like an arm belonging to a human. Hell, at this moment she was sure she was no longer human. The jagged crystals that coated her arm felt unnatural to her still human hand, feeling alien to her.

She avoided to look at her reflection, knowing it will end with the reflective object being destroyed by her anger. The rosette knew the crystals spread to the left side of her face and moving down her abdomen then to her other shoulder as well. The more they grew and spread the more gruesome they became. Of course she wouldn’t blame anyone running in fear from her, to which she felt the need to lock herself away. The need to trap herself was also due to the thought of her losing her sanity to this, unknown to her on how long it will actually last but she still knew it will cause her to hurt the ones she care about.

“Please. I don’t want this. Anything but turning into a damn monster...”

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

skcwhegan:

veilled:

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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☹☹

For every ☹ I get in my inbox, my muse will transform more and more into a gruesome monster.

The more crystals that appeared on her body the more jagged they became  and the more painful they were for her. She glanced down at her left arm, noticing more of the damn crystals growing on it all the way down to her finger tips. At this point her own hand looked more like a monstrous claw, sharp and ready to slice anyone who gets in her way.

As if she would want to fight anyone at the moment, the more she transformed the more she wished it would end. Begging for the pain to end and the crystals to disappear. As if a wish like that would happen instantly. Again, there was a reason for this but unknown to her. If she was truly becoming a C’eith then what was her focus? She needed a focus to fail in order to become this gruesome monster, but that was something she never got.

Lightning’s skin ached, from her torso to her arm and the left side of her face. Yet it continued to spread and made her believe there might not be a way to reverse this.

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☹☹

For every ☹ I get in my inbox, my muse will transform more and more into a gruesome monster.

It was painful, truly painful, especially for her to call it unbearable. The source of it was in her chest, exactly where a mark used to bare her chest. But why would it hurt there? Was something wrong with her? Did she need to get medical attention? So many questions rattled her brain, that is until something happened.

The rosette soon felt more pain and something against her skin. No, not against it, something forming on her flesh. Revealing it from under her clothing only caused her to gasp in horror. Crystals, forming on her chest. Nothing beautiful about the ones upon her flesh, these were dark in color and the shape of them remind her of the monsters known as C’ieth. She was horrified, watching the crystals continue to painfully form on her body. It traveled her body slowly, and yet still caused her agony, spreading up her neck and to one of her shoulders. The painful crystals moved up her cheek and went as far as to one of her eyes, changing the color of the whole eye to crimson.

This was an absolute nightmare for her. Would she have to go back to running for her life once more? Running from people who fear of the monster she was becoming? There had to be a reason for this and something that could stop it from spreading or reverse it.

“I’ve got to stop this. But how?”

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For every ☹ I get in my inbox, my muse will transform more and more into a gruesome monster.

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I… Help…

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{I turn around and Aranea does this to herself... What the fuck...}

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{Yeah I told a manager. (I hurt it at the beginning of my shift and tried to deal with it but they told me to go home and rest when I told them about it two hours before I was suppose to clock out) }

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{So my arm still hurts because I hurt it at work on Sunday and I gotta go back to work tomorrow. I tried resting it all day today but nothing is helping especially pain pills. It hurts so bad that I might have to talk to my managers and talk about going to the doctor to get it checked....Work should cover it right? Because I cannot pay for a doctor bill right now.... I feel I might be a burden on my coworkers if I have to work like this anyways... I can’t lift heavy shit and thats all we do for restocking our department... Why me...}

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hopefully I'm not the only one who ships Light and Jihl. Lots of hate-sex C:

{YEEEESSS I shiiiip iiiiit~! ♥}